# The Space Between Us: Chapter 5

Author: kaiwolfe
Tags: Angst, Anthro, Body Image Issues, Character Development, College, Dark, Degradation, Domination/Submission, Emotional Breakdown, Emotional abuse, Gaslighting, Gay Relationships, Human, Humiliation, Ideological Manipulation, Implied Rape/Non-con, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Prejudice, M/M, Male/Male, Manipulation, Muscles, Musk, Obsession, Online Interaction, Plot Development, Power Imbalance, Psychological, Psychological abuse, Public humiliation, Reddit, Roommates, Self-Loathing, Size Difference, Slurs, Speciesism, Story Progression, Story Series, Sweat, Toxic Masculinity, Unreliable narrator, Wolf, aftermath, isolation, jealousy

Rex, my best friend, my roommate – an anthro wolf battling his primal nature. And me? A human with a hunger I barely understood, drawn to the danger he tried to hide. In a world that condemned us both, I made a choice: to awaken the beast. We built a twisted sanctuary, his dominance a mirror for my deepest desires. I thought I was in control. I was wrong.  
  
**How far would you go to be loved, even if that love is forged in the fires of your own destruction?**  
  
"The Space Between Us" **is a dark, psychological exploration of internalized prejudice, toxic masculinity, and the solace of surrender in a world that demands we deny our true selves.**  
  
_The dove is dead. But from its ashes, a phoenix might rise. Witness its birth._  
  
\*\*Series Content Warning:\*\* Non-Con/Dubious Consent, Graphic Sexual Content, Size Difference, Humiliation, Degradation, Knotting, Toxic Relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Internalized Homophobia, Speciesism, Trauma.

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Note: This Chapter is also available on [AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/62567626/chapters/162761107), with emojis and enhanced formatting for the Reddit thread.

### Chapter 5 - The Void
 
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Silence.

 

Not peaceful. _Oppressive_. A thick blanket smothering the room.

 

Sunlight, harsh and unwelcome, sliced through the blinds, painting a stark line across the rumpled sheets. My eyes snapped open, disoriented, the remnants of something fractured clinging to the edges of my awareness.

 

I lay on my back, tangled in the sheets, every muscle aching — a dull, throbbing reminder. My throat was raw, my jaw sore. My mouth… _empty_. A hollow ache mirroring the void in my chest.

 

Across the room, Rex’s bed was empty. He was already up, of course. Always moving.

 

He stood by the window, a statue of grey fur and muscle in his workout clothes. Grey sweatpants clung to his thighs and calves, a tight black t-shirt stretching across his back. Even from here, I sensed the tension coiled in his frame, the rigid set of his shoulders, the slight tremor in his hands.

 

He hadn’t spoken since last night. Since… _that._

 

Nausea, cold and sharp, washed over me. Shame. Fear. And beneath it all, that treacherous flicker of… _longing_.

 

“Rex?” My voice, hoarse and unsteady, cracked the quiet.

 

He didn’t respond. Didn’t even flinch. Just stared out the window at… what? The quad? The early morning joggers? Anything but _me._

 

My heart hammered, a frantic bird trapped in my chest. _Say something. Anything._

 

I pushed myself up, wincing as the stiff sheets pulled against my skin. Every movement, a physical echo of his touch, his weight.

 

“You, uh… going for a run?” I asked, the words pathetically weak.

 

Still no response. He shifted, weight transferring from one leg to the other, but he didn’t turn. The quiet stretched, taut and agonizing.

 

I tried again, forcing a lightness I didn’t feel, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm that had suddenly opened between us. “Want me to make coffee?”

 

Finally, he moved. A slow turn, his amber eyes, usually warm, now… _cold_. Distant.

 

“No,” he said, the word clipped, a dismissal. He didn’t look at me, his gaze flickering past, over my shoulder.

 

“Oh,” I mumbled. My hands, clenched into fists, trembled. “Okay.”

 

The quiet stretched, thicker now, pressing down. The sunlight seemed to intensify, highlighting the _wrongness_ of it all.

 

He turned back to the window, shutting me out. “Just… go back to sleep, Finn,” he said, his voice flat. “You look… tired.”

 

_Tired_. Was that all he saw? The exhaustion, but not the… _everything else_? The fear, the confusion, the desperate, aching _need_?

 

“I’m not…” I started, then stopped. What was I going to say? That I was broken? That I needed him to… _what_? Acknowledge it? Apologize? _Hold me_?

 

The words died unspoken. He wouldn’t understand. Not anymore.

 

He reached for his running shoes, his movements jerky, uncoordinated. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t _see_ me.

 

And in that moment, something shattered. A fragile hope, a desperate illusion, crumbling into dust.

 

He was gone. The Rex I knew, the Rex I… _loved_… replaced by this… _stranger_. This cold, distant… _wolf_.

 

And I… I was alone. Utterly alone. In the quiet, filled with the ghost of his scent and the crushing weight of… _what we had done._

 

Nausea washed over me. I closed my eyes, trying to block it out. But they were there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to consume me.

 

_Had I pushed him too far? Broken something?_

 

And a darker, more dangerous thought… _had I wanted to?_

 

I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to shut out the… _truth_. It stared me in the face. The twisted desire, the… _need_ to be claimed, to be possessed, to be… _his_.

 

I lay unmoving, staring at the popcorn ceiling. The rough, blurred texture seemed to mock me. Sheets tangled around my legs, pillow damp beneath my cheek. The only sound, my ragged breathing. The only scent… _him_.

 

I should get up. Shower. Eat. _Live_.

 

But moving felt impossible. My limbs were heavy, my mind numb.

 

Class. Intro to Lit. Dr. Evans. Something about… narrative structure. Irony. _Foreshadowing_. As if my own life wasn’t already…

 

Saturday.

 

Right. No classes. No obligations. No escape.

 

My hand drifted to my phone. The cold glass, a small comfort.

 

Porn. I needed to forget.

 

My fingers hovered over the usual sites. Anthro. Wolf. Knotting. All the keywords.

 

Not today. The thought was empty. Just going through the motions.

 

It wasn’t the same. Not after him.

 

Images, videos, animations… pale imitations. They didn’t have his scent, his heat. I’d tasted the real thing.

 

Maybe… stories. I needed a world to get lost in. Something to connect with.

 

“Wolf human…” “Dominance… submission…” “Alpha… beta… mates.” My fingers typed, tracing a path through the labyrinth of my desires.

 

Fanfiction. Short stories. Novels. A flood of links, but mostly fluff. Fated mates. Soul bonds. True love conquering all. _Bullshit_. That wasn’t it. Not for me.

 

I didn’t want _that_. I wanted the power. The instinct. And Rex… Rex wasn’t looking for a _mate_. He was… he was…

 

I closed the browser, frustration surging. Maybe there wasn’t an answer. Maybe this… this _thing_ between us… was just broken.

 

_No_. A flicker of defiance. I couldn’t give up. Not yet. I had to try. Maybe… advice. Someone who _understood_. Forums?

 

“Interspecies relationships… advice…” I typed, slower now.

 

Articles. Support groups. And… there.

 

r/InterspeciesIntimacy.

 

_A community for discussing the complexities and challenges of relationships between different species._

 

My finger hovered. Hope? Fear? Both. I clicked.

 

Okay. Deep breath. Just explain. Ask for advice.

 

I stared at the blinking cursor, mind a chaotic jumble. How to even begin? Explain _this_? To strangers.

 

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling.

 

“I don’t know where to start…”

 

Deleted. _Too pathetic._

 

I tried again.

 

“Last night, something happened.”

 

Deleted. Too dramatic.

 

“My best friend and I…”

 

Deleted. _Too close to the truth._

 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. How to describe the _indescribable_? The fear and excitement, the shame and desire?

 

My fingers began to type.

 

“He’s… different. A wolf. And I’m… human.”

 

I paused, staring at the words. A simple statement of fact. But beneath, a world of meaning.

 

More words followed, fragments, glimpses of truth mixed with lies.

 

_…always thought we were just friends…_

 

_…never thought he’d be interested…_

 

_…party…dare…bathroom…_

 

_…never felt…so small…_

 

_…he didn’t…_

 

_…mine…?_

 

_Help_.

 

The words hung there. Raw. Exposed. Too much? Too little?

 

My gaze drifted to the title field. I took another breath.

 

**Title: Need advice - Things got… intense… with my wolf roommate (M/M)**

 

That sounded about right. Vague, but specific enough.

 

My finger hovered over “Post”.

 

One click. And it would be out there. For anyone to see. To judge.

 

_Do it_. A voice whispered. _Ask. Find out. You need answers. You need… him._

 

**[Posted to r/InterspeciesIntimacy]**

 

I put down the phone, the sudden darkness of the screen a strange relief. Done. Posted. Out there.

 

Now… the waiting.

 

_Don’t look. Don’t check. Breathe._

 

I got up, walked to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a stranger: pale skin, dark circles, a haunted look. _Me_.

 

I turned on the faucet. Cold water rushed out. I splashed my face, trying to wake up, to wash away the lingering traces of him.

 

Toothbrush. Toothpaste. The familiar ritual, a futile attempt at normalcy. Minty foam. Spit. Rinse.

 

My eyes drifted to the phone, lying silent on the bed. A black rectangle. A portal. Hope? Or despair?

 

_Don’t_.

 

I walked back to the bed, sat. Stared at the popcorn ceiling. Still there.

 

The thought of food made my stomach churn.

 

The books on my desk, still unread, seemed to taunt me.

 

I should _do something_. Anything.

 

My hand reached for the phone.

 

_No new notifications._

 

Disappointment, disproportionate and crushing. It had only been five minutes? Ten?

 

I closed my eyes. _Focus. Distract yourself._

 

A hot shower. Maybe that would help.

 

I stood under the spray, the water pounding against my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the ache, the emptiness, the need.

 

My thoughts circled back to the post. To the responses. To _him_.

 

What if no one replied? What if everyone thought I was… _crazy_? What if…

 

I reached for the shampoo, the scent… _wrong_. Not his musk. Not _wolf_.

 

I squeezed a dollop, the white blob somehow obscene. I scrubbed, the lather suffocating.

 

_Check_.

 

The thought, a command.

 

I rinsed quickly, hands shaking. Stepped out, wrapped a towel around my waist.

 

My phone. Waiting.

 

I grabbed it.

 

_Three new notifications._

 

r/InterspeciesIntimacy.

 

My heart… _leapt_.

 

I clicked.

 
 [-] **u/TimberlineHowls** • 11m ago 
 

> Sounds like you’ve got a real alpha on your hands. ;) What’s he like? Details!
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A real alpha. _His_ alpha. The words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and… pride? Was that even possible? To be proud of _this_? Of _him_? I scrolled, needing… something.

 
 [-] **u/ConcernedCitizen22** • 11m ago 
 

> Are you okay? This sounds kind of concerning. Did he force you? Was there any pressure?
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_Forced?_ No. He hadn’t.

 

There had been the dare. The expectation. But… I’d wanted it, too. Hadn’t I? To perform. To please him. A flicker of something in the bathroom. A spark. A surrender.

 

My fingers tightened around the phone. Throat tight. Chest hollow.

 

I started to type a response. A denial.

 

_“No, he didn’t force me”_

 

Deleted.

 

_“I mean there was pressure, I guess…”_

 

Deleted.

 

_“I wanted it, too…”_

 

Deleted.

 

What could I say? How could I explain? It wasn’t simple. It wasn’t black and white.

 

I stared at the blinking cursor. The empty reply box, a void.

 

I couldn’t answer. Not yet.

 

I scrolled, hand trembling. Another comment.

 
 [-] **u/LoneWolfLover** • 11m ago 
 

> He’s asserting dominance. Classic wolf behavior. You need to show respect. Let him be the alpha.
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_Dominance_. _Respect_. _Alpha_.

 

The words swirled, mixing with the memory of the bathroom, with Rex’s scent, with the ache.

 

_Submit_.

 

Was that the answer? What I wanted?

 

A shiver. Not from the cold. Something deeper. Darker.

 

My thumb hovered over the collapsed comment. Why? What had they said? Something bad? Or something… _true_?

 

I shouldn’t.

 

But I had to.

 

> [-] **u/PrimalInstincts** • 8m ago 
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> > Sounds like the faggot needs to learn his place. A wolf like that deserves to be worshipped. He should be grateful he’s even getting attention.
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The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Nausea. Shame.

 

But beneath the shame, beneath the revulsion… a flicker. A spark.

 

_His place_. _Worship_. _Grateful_.

 

Was that it? Was that… the _truth_?

 

A tremor ran through my hand. Shallow breaths. A tightening in my groin.

 

_Responding_.

 

Air. I needed air. Out.

 

Jacket, wallet, phone — grabbed and gone.

 

The hallway was empty. Weekend quiet. Everyone elsewhere. With someone.

 

The thought stung. A sharp pang of loneliness.

 

I walked quickly towards the dining hall. The promise of food. Distraction.

 

But as I approached, the sound hit me. A wall of noise. Chatter. Laughter. Clattering plates. The buzz of life.

 

_Other_ people’s lives.

 

My hand hovered over the door handle, hesitation gripping me.

 

_Just get something to eat. You’re fine._

 

I pushed the door open.

 

The dining hall was crowded. Tables filled with groups, laughing, talking, sharing food, sharing life.

 

And there I stood, alone.

 

The feeling washed over me. Self-consciousness. Shame. Difference.

 

My gaze darted around the room, catching snippets of conversations, imagined whispers, averted eyes. I hunched my shoulders.

 

_Keep moving. Don’t make eye contact. Just… get food._

 

Joining the line, I fixed my eyes on the floor. Tiles. Shoes. Anything but faces.

 

The line inched forward, torturously slow. Each step, a deeper descent into the sea of people.

 

I grabbed a tray, a plate, silverware. Their weight, strangely comforting. Something real.

 

Food. I needed food. But what? Nothing appealed, everything bland, tasteless.

 

I chose randomly. A sandwich. An apple. A cookie.

 

_Just get it over with._

 

I paid, the cashier’s eyes neutral. Uninterested. _Thank god_.

 

Now… where to sit?

 

The tables were all full. Or almost full. Small gaps. Empty chairs. But claimed.

 

Scanned the room, heart pounding, palms sweating. A hunt. A desperate search for refuge.

 

There. In the corner. A small table. Empty. Alone.

 

_Perfect_.

 

Each step towards it felt louder, a further retreat from everyone else.

 

I sat. The chair, cold.

 

Unwrapped the sandwich. Took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed.

 

Tasteless.

 

My phone beckoned — a lifeline, a distraction, a potential connection.

 

The comments. The words. Waiting.

 

I opened Reddit, scrolling past the initial comments — the curiosity, the concern, the _advice_.

 

Further down, the debate. The conflict.

 

Two names, locked in battle.

 

**u/EqualityForAll**

 

Her profile picture… a simple icon. A human hand holding… something. A flower? A peace sign? Small.

 

And then…

 

**u/GreybackAlpha**

 

His picture… a wolf. Of course. But not just _any_ wolf.

 

A close-up. Head and shoulders. Fur the color of slate, of shadow, of night. Eyes… amber. Like _his_. Piercing. Intense. _Predatory_.

 

The wolf snarled, a silent snarl, frozen yet powerful. Teeth bared, muscles tense — a promise of violence, of power, of control.

 

My breath caught. Something forbidden, yet… familiar.

 

_Read._

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 10m ago 
 

> I agree with u/ConcernedCitizen22. We need to support each other, regardless of species. And what about consent? Does that even matter to you wolves?
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 9m ago 
 

> Consent? You think a wolf needs _permission_ from his… prey? We take what we want, little human. It’s in our blood. In our… _nature_. As for “abusive”… let’s talk about _your_ history, shall we? And especially in the OP’s case… he is clearly just a slut throwing himself at his roommate.
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_Prey_. _Slut_.

 

The words twisted in my gut, a sickening mix of shame and… something else.

 

> [-] **u/ThrowawayFurryFeelings** OP • 9m ago 
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I stared at my own pathetic, incomplete words.

 

> [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 8m ago 
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> > You just _what_, little human? Couldn’t resist the call of the wild? The… _thrill_ of being with a _real_ alpha? Don’t worry, I understand. It’s… _natural_. For your kind, at least. To submit. To serve. To _beg_.
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_Pinned down_.

 

The image flashed — brutal, terrifying… arousing. I squeezed my eyes shut, hand tightening on my thigh.

 
 [-] **u/HumanAndProud** • 8m ago 
 

> Oh here we go again with the whataboutism.
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 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 8m ago 
 

> Exactly! You can’t just… _ignore_ the issue of consent by bringing up the past. We’re talking about _individual actions_, not ancient history. And _you_, u/GreybackAlpha, you’re basically saying that if _you_ were in that situation, you would have _raped_ him!
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 7m ago 
 

> Rape? Is that the word you humans use when you don’t get your way? When your fragile sensibilities are offended? I said I would have _taken_ what was offered. And believe me, little human, when a wolf wants something, it’s _always_ offered. One way or another. We can smell desire. We can sense submission.
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I looked away and took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. Nothing. I put the phone down, face down, as if _that_ could silence the voices in the thread, in my head. A futile attempt. One minute. An eternity, before I picked it up again.

 
 [-] **u/LookingOutForYou** • 7m ago 
 

> I understand the historical context, but… that doesn’t justify harming someone _now_.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 6m ago 
 

> Is that what you think it is? A wolf… _claiming_ what is rightfully his? You humans have such a _distorted_ view of things. You see strength as aggression. You see power as abuse. You see… _nature_… as… _wrong_.
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> And let’s be honest, u/EqualityForAll, you wouldn’t be here, lecturing us about “consent” if the OP had been with some weak, hairless human, would you? You’re drawn to the wolf, to the danger, to the _power_. You _fetishize_ us, even as you fear us.
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 [-] **u/FeralFury** • 6m ago 
 

> Hell yeah, Alpha! Preach it! This needs to be seen by more wolves. u/CrosspostBot r/TrueWolves r/Canids
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 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 6m ago 
 

> That’s… that’s not true! I believe in equality! In… in _respect_! I’m not… _attracted_… to violence.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 5m ago 
 

> Aren't you? You say you believe in equality, but how does your kind treat _us_? You call us “barbaric” but you then around and _crave_ our _wildness_. You talk about respect, but you… _secretly_… dream of being… _taken_.
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> You want us to be tame. To be _human_. But we’re _not_. We’re wolves. And we won’t be _denied_.
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> You ostracize us, push us to the margins, label us as “dangerous”, and then you wonder why _we_ act accordingly? You created this, little human. You… _and your kind_.
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> [-] **u/WolfPower88** • 4m ago 
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> [-] **u/AlphaMale99** • 4m ago 
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I pushed the plate away, stomach churning. The noise of the dining hall pressed in, a suffocating wave. I stood, shaky, and walked towards the exit.

 

Outside, the air was cold, sharp. A shock.

 

I should go back. Study. Sleep. Forget.

 

But I couldn’t.

 

My hand reached for my pocket. For the phone.

 

_No._

 

I shouldn’t.

 

But I had to. Needed to know. To _see_.

 

I pulled it out, fingers fumbling with the screen. The light blinded me, for a moment.

 

And then… the words. The battle. Still raging.

 

I sat on a nearby bench, cold stone seeping through my jeans. Grounding, but not enough.

 

My eyes scanned the screen. Frantically. Searching. For what? For him. For answers. For _more_.

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 23m ago 
 

> I’m not trying to “redefine” anything! I’m just saying that everyone deserves respect, regardless of their species! And you… you’re just a… a _bully_! Hiding behind your… your _wolf_… privilege! And stop acting like you speak for all wolves!
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 20m ago 
 

> Privilege? _I’m_ privileged? The one whose ancestors were hunted to near extinction? The one who still faces discrimination, prejudice, and… _fear_… every single day? You think _that’s_ privilege, little human? You have _no idea_ what it means to be a wolf in this world.
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_No idea_.

 

The words echoed. Not in my mind, but in my… heart.

 

He was right. Wasn’t he? I didn’t know. Didn’t understand.

 

But… I wanted to.

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 18m ago 
 

> Oh, so now you’re the _victim_? Is that it? You think that justifies anything?
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 15m ago 
 

> Justifies? I don’t need justification, little human. I have my instincts. My power. And you know what else? The _truth_. A truth your kind has tried to suppress for centuries. The truth about… compatibility. About the fact that our seed can take root in a human womb.
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> Your ancestors _knew_ this. They _feared_ it. They tried to _erase_ the possibility of… union. Of true power. Because they knew… a mixed-blood child would be stronger. More resilient. More… _wolf_… than human. And that… _terrified_ them.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 12m ago 
 

> And you know what? I’ve been doing my part. Lost count of the human bitches I’ve bred in the last year alone. Spreading the wolf seed, strengthening the pack, one (knot) at a time. ;)
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 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 11m ago 
 

> You’re… you’re _disgusting_. Those are _women_ you’re talking about. Not… not _breeding stock_. Stop acting like you know what _all_ women want. You are vile.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 9m ago 
 

> Forcing myself? :joy: Please, little human. Don't insult my intelligence. Or… _theirs_. They were _willing_. More than willing. They _crave_ it. The power. The… _thrill_. The release. They line up, _begging_ for a taste of real strength. A taste of… _wolf_. Something your delicate human males can’t seem to provide, apparently. ;)
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His words twisted in my gut, a dark, seductive whisper. Heat bloomed, low in my belly, spreading with a shameful intensity. My hand, seemingly with a will of its own, drifted downwards.

 

Beneath the fabric, a straining pressure.

 

_Stop_. The thought, a weak protest, easily ignored.

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 8m ago 
 

> That’s… that’s _rape_, you monster! You’re talking about _rape_!
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 7m ago 
 

> Rape? Is that what they call it now when a woman gets what she _secretly_ desires? When she surrenders to her natural instincts? When she embraces the power of a _true_ alpha? Interesting. Very… _human_… of you.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 5m ago 
 

> Tell me u/EqualityForAll, has that… _delicate_… human womb of yours ever been graced by the seed of a superior species? Or are you still waiting for some _weakling_ to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pretend he’s… _enough_?
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The challenge hung there, a twisted promise.

 

My breath caught. Tightness in my chest, a hollowness in my gut. Wrong. All of it, _so wrong_.

 

But the wrongness… it resonated. A dark chord, struck deep within.

 

Trembling, the phone nearly slipped from my grasp. My other hand… clenched, empty, at my side.

 

I _should_ be disgusted. I _should_ reject it all.

 

But… a part of me… _understood_.

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 8m ago 
 

> That’s… that’s none of your business! And it’s people like _you_ who give wolves a bad name!
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 6m ago 
 

> Isn’t it? I think it is. It goes to the very heart of this debate. You talk about equality, about respect, about choice. But what do you _really_ want, little human? What do you… _crave_?
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 5m ago 
 

> Tell you what, u/EqualityForAll. I’m feeling… _generous_. How about a personal… _introduction_… to true interspecies connection? I’ll _pump_ that tight little human womb of yours _full_ of wolf pups, knot you _deep_. And then… you’ll finally understand what real power feels like. You’ll know for sure, they weren’t _raped_. Just _claimed_.
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 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • 3m ago 
 

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Silence.

 

A silence that screamed.

 

What was she doing? Ignoring him? Leaving?

 

My breath came in short, shallow gasps. My heart hammered. Trapped. A spectator to this… unfolding horror. And… a heat building. Horribly, shamefully.

 
 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 2m ago 
 

> Not so chatty now, are you, little human? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe… wolf? ;)
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> > Processing? Or realizing? That all her talk about equality and respect was just… words? That deep down, she… _craves_… what I’m offering? And that, after tonight, those pretty little ideals of hers will be nothing but shattered fragments? She’ll _know_ what it means to submit to a wolf.
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My fingers twitched. A need. To touch. To feel. To _submit_.

 

I opened my eyes, staring at the screen, vision blurred.

 

_Refresh_.

 

I pulled down. Again. And again.

 

Nothing.

 

And then…

 
 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • 2m ago • Edited 1m ago 
 

> Well, well, well… looks like u/EqualityForAll finally saw the light. ;) Seems like someone slid into my DMs… all apologies and… _curiosity_. Perhaps she’s finally realized where she belongs.
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 [-] **u/CuriousAboutWolves** • 1m ago 
 

> Wait, what? Did u/EqualityForAll really DM u/GreybackAlpha? I don’t believe it. She seemed so against all of this.
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 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • Just now 
 

> You better believe it. Seems like our little human friend here had a change of heart. A realization. A… _revelation_. ;) But… she’s not getting anything from me for free. I told her no dice. Not until she _publicly_ apologizes. For her… _disrespect_. For her… _lies_. For her… _ignorance_. She needs to _learn her place_. And she needs to _earn_ my attention.
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My heart pounded. A public apology. Complete surrender.

 

She wouldn’t. She _couldn’t_. Would she?

 

Strong, believing in equality, in respect… she wouldn’t _break_.

 

But…

 

My hand, drawn to the phone, to _refresh_.

 

_Why?_

 

I didn’t… _want_… to see it. Didn’t want her to… _submit_. Did I?

 

No. Of course not.

 

But…

 

Refresh.

 

Again.

 

And again.

 

Breath shallow, uneven. A throbbing ache.

 

The screen: a magnet, a vortex, pulling me down into the darkness.

 

Waiting.

 

_Hoping? Dreading?_

 

_Needing…_

 

And then… there.

 
 [-] **u/EqualityForAll** (Female) • Just now 
 

> u/GreybackAlpha, I apologize. For everything. I was wrong. About wolves. About you. I didn’t understand. I was ignorant. Please… forgive me. Wolves _are_ superior. Stronger. And… you’re right. About _everything_. I… I want to learn. To understand. To… _experience_ what you offer. I need to be _filled_. I’ll… I’ll _beg_. Just… please… _breed me_. Make me… _yours_. Use me. I’m just a stupid human. A _bitch_. Make me yours. _Please_.
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The words exploded: a bombardment of submission, degradation, surrender. My breath — stolen. My heart… _stopped_. And my cock… undeniably, shamefully hard.

 

_Impossible_.

 

This wasn’t her.

 

But it _was_.

 

Broken. Begging. _Surrendered_.

 

And… _God help me_… a part of me… _rejoiced_.

 
 [-] **u/GreybackAlpha** (Wolf 32) • Just now 
 

> **Good girl.** Now _howl_ for me.
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Two words. That was it. A command, and a… reward? Cruelty, simplicity, absolute _power_… It unmade me.

 

I stared at the screen, vision blurring. The dining hall, the noise, the people — all receded. Only _this_ remained. This thread, this exchange, this… _truth_. A truth I had suspected, feared, and yes, _craved_.

 

Rex. He was… right. Strong. Powerful. _Everything_.

 

And I… I was nothing. Just a human. A… _bitch_.

 

Waiting. _Needing_.

 

To be claimed. To be filled. To be… _bred_. To be… _his_.

 

My hand, slick with sweat, tightened on my cock. Hard. A pang. Almost painful. But the pain… felt _good_. Real. Grounding.

 

I closed my eyes, head falling back against the cold stone, a low moan escaping my lips — a sound of surrender. And… a prayer.

 

_Rex…_

 

 

 
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Sleep wouldn’t come. Hours passed, marked only by restless twisting in the suffocating sheets. My mind raced, a relentless vortex of images, words, _feelings_.

 

Rex. The thread. _Her_ surrender.

 

I tossed, punched the pillow, but nothing helped. The darkness seemed to hum, shadows shifting when I wasn’t looking.

 

_Breathe_.

 

Useless.

 

My gaze landed on Rex’s empty bed.

 

_Where was he?_

 

With them? With… _her_?

 

A knife twist in my gut.

 

I got up, feet silent on the cold floor, and walked to his side of the room.

 

His desk, a mess, as always. Papers scattered, a half-empty energy drink… and his hoodie. Discarded on the floor, dark grey, almost black. The one he wore yesterday.

 

I bent, picked it up. Soft, worn fabric, still holding his warmth. The scent… _him_. Musk, pine, something deeper… wolf.

 

Clutched to my chest, the scent filled my nose. Relief, sharp and fleeting, quickly replaced by a longing so intense it felt like… drowning. A strange, twisted feeling washed over me.

 

_No_. Pathetic.

 

My fingers refused to release the fabric.

 

_Just… a moment_.

 

I buried my face in the hoodie, inhaling again, deeper. The scent filled me. Intoxicating. Escape.

 

My hand smoothed a wrinkle on Rex’s bedspread. Then, picked up a stray sock, placing it in his laundry basket. Small acts. Meaningless. But… necessary.

 

Shame flushed my neck. _What am I doing?_

 

The mirror: a glimpse of a stranger — pale face, dark circles, haunted eyes, lips slightly parted. Broken.

 

I looked away.

 

My mind drifted, back to the bathroom. To… _it_. To _him_.

 

_His body, pressing._

 

_Heat. Scent._

 

_His growl._

 

_My surrender._

 

_The knot…_

 

Eyes squeezed shut. _Stop_.

 

But there was nothing else. Only him.

 

Back on the bed. The hoodie clutched tight. His scent, a constant reminder.

 

A sound escaped, between a sigh and a moan.

 

 

 
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Sunday.

 

Another day. Sunlight mocking me through the blinds.

 

I hadn’t slept. Not really. Just drifted through unsettling dreams — fragments of images, whispers of words.

 

His scent… still clinging to the hoodie. Now… my pillow.

 

I should get up. Do something.

 

But… what?

 

The books on my desk: unopened. Assignments unfinished. The future… a blur.

 

My phone. Silent. Dead.

 

I reached for it, hand trembling. Plugged it in. The screen flickered to life.

 

_No new notifications_.

 

Of course not.

 

Scrolling through my contacts, _Rex_. His name burned on the screen.

 

Should I call? Ask where he was? What he was doing? _Who_ he was with?

 

But my throat was tight, my stomach twisted. Fear of… anger. Of the _truth_. I couldn’t.

 

So… a text.

 

Something casual. As if everything was normal.

 

**Finn:** _Hey. You up to anything today?_

 

I stared at the screen. Stupid. Pathetic.

 

Delete it?

 

Too late.

 

Sent.

 

And now… the waiting. Again.

 

The phone went face up on the desk. Waiting.

 

If he replied.

 

Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen.

 

Nothing.

 

I checked the signal. The message. Everything.

 

Still nothing.

 

The silence… deafening. A void, expanding.

 

My gaze returned the message, rereading. Again. And again.

 

**Finn:** _Hey. You up to anything today?_

 

Too casual? Too needy? Too… _human_?

 

Should I have apologized? For… something?

 

_Everything_?

 

He was ignoring me. Punishing me. _Rejecting_ me.

 

And I… I deserved it.

 

Didn’t I?

 

 

 
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The room was still, a silent, expectant space. Sanctuary or prison? It didn’t matter.

 

A click.

 

The key in the lock.

 

My heart _stopped_. Then, a frantic pounding.

 

The door opened. A sliver of light, a shadow… then _him_. Filling the doorway. The scent of him — musk, pine, something wilder — a physical wave.

 

He didn’t look, didn’t see me, moving past to his desk.

 

_Look at me_.

 

_Please_.

 

He grabbed his keys. The jingle, sharp in the quiet.

 

He turns. He’s leaving. Always leaving.

 

But then, a pause. A flicker. He hesitates.

 

A word. Dropped. Like a stone.

 

“Later.”

 

And then… gone.

 

The door clicked shut.

 

I stood there, frozen, clutching the hoodie. His scent… the only thing left.

 

And he… He…

 

_Later_.

 

_He’ll be back_. The thought, a whisper. Not a question. A certainty.

 

My fingers tightened on the soft fabric. I brought the hoodie to my face, burying my nose in it. Inhaled. Deep.

 

Musk. Sweat. The faintest trace of… _that night_.

 

A shiver. Not from cold.

 

My body… it _remembered_. The weight. The heat. The… _power_.

 

And a darker thought, slithering up from the depths: _You’re nothing without him._

 

My breath hitched. A moan, almost silent.

 

He’ll be back.

 

And I’d be…

 

Ready.

 

Waiting.

 

_His_.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/5nz3Pp51
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